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We’ve all heard that saying “When God closes one door, He opens a window.” I first heard it in my beloved musical-turned-movie, The Sound of Music. What a lovely, peace-evoking phrase. And it is from this phrase that I found inspiration for this post 🙂

This morning, I felt particularly attacked by ED. I lacked confidence in my appearance, and I didn’t feel well. Earlier this week, Satan really hit the attack-button hard for me, and through a lot of prayers and tears, my fiance helped me slam the door in Satan’s face. It was in reflecting on this phrase, “slam the door in Satan’s face”, that something occurred to me.

When we slam the door in the Enemy’s face, he immediately beings to search for a window, prepared to force it open, if need be. He looks for a weakened window, one with broken seals, or small cracks, planning to attack from a different angle, in a different part of our life. You see, he knows better than to try to force open a strong window.

I think this is what I experienced this morning: my fiance and I slammed the door in Satan’s face about one thing, so he searched for a weakened window into a different “room”. Unfortunately, he found one, and I didn’t realize he was breaking in until he had at least one foot through the window.

This begs the question: How do we strengthen our windows to prevent Satan from getting in? I’m no expert, but this scripture comes to mind:

I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.

John 15:5

God is the source. He’s the one who closes doors and opens windows, so wouldn’t it make sense that He could also strengthen and protect those same windows? And what if he strengthens us to protect our windows by and through himself? When we stick with Him, He sticks with us. And when we stick with him, he allows us to produce fruit. Perhaps it is through this fruit that we are able to keep our windows strong and secure.

This week, I challenge you to ask God to show you those weakened windows — and ask Him to help you strengthen them so that when the Enemy comes lurking, you will be prepared.

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I’m sure you’ve been there before. That feeling that you just don’t want to do that thing you’re supposed to do…that thing you have to do. You sit down to the computer and stare at the blank Word document. You know that paper won’t write itself, but your mind is blank, and your body is tired. Your stamina wanes. There’s a deadline looming, but hardly makes a dent in that feeling of apathy.

This is me at this moment. 4 1/2 weeks left until graduation, and I’m just…done. Now, before you think I’m just seeking attention or fishing for encouragement, stop. Just stop. I write because God puts things on my heart – perhaps so that I can more fully process whats going on in my life, or maybe (and this is my hope) so that someone else may benefit from my experiences. Anyways.

This evening, I sat down to work on my TPA– that big, crazy paper I have to write to graduate. You know. Thankfully, there are prompts, so I’m not just pulling stuff out of thin air. But the prompts are wordy and complicated. And my brain feels tired and foggy. And I just don’t even want to try to clear the fog. My motivation is tanked (well, at least for tonight). Yet, I have no choice. I have to write this paper. I have to go to school tomorrow and teach the kiddos. So what do I do with this? How do I manage it?

First, I change my perspective. Instead of saying that “I have to go to school tomorrow,” I need to think more like “I get to go to school tomorrow”. I’ll admit, though…it’s hard to think of the TPA as a privilege.

But more important than changing my perspective, I’ll go to God – to His word.

So maybe this discipline isn’t “painful”, but the point remains. When we experience things that are challenging or painful or ___________,it’s not pleasant. But YES, we will grow through the experience if we allow ourselves to do so.

And the second promise I’m clinging to right now:

No, I’m not “suffering”, but I do believe that my challenges in student teaching will bring about good and growth in me.

So I’m probably done working on my TPA for tonight. But there is tomorrow. And the day after, and so on. I’ll reach down deep inside and find some motivation – or make some. And it’s gonna be okay 🙂

I hope you’ve found some encouragement in these words.

And if you’re like me, dealing with burnout, how do you motivate yourself?

Blessings,

Beth

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Sometimes, all I can do is sit back and marvel at how things in my life literally come full circle. Over the summer, I had the possible eating disorder clinic job come up, which would incorporate teaching and and music therapy…what I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Full circle. Today, it’s the burger issue. My very first blog post ever, (which is actually on a different blog) was about a burger, and in a way, this blog post is about a burger too. Or at least, it all started with a burger.

My sweet roomie and I went out for a fun, Red Robin dinner last night. We split a burger and a wrap, and man-oh-man, it was tasty! Well, at least the half-burger, fries and salad were. I was too full for the wrap. But with that sense of fullness came a sense of guilt. And the sense of guilt created what felt like an all-out tailspin of anxiety, fear, nervousness, and a desire to restrict my eating and/or exercise a lot. Sigh.

As you might imagine, I greatly looked forward to going to church today – looked forward to the uplifting, the encouragement, the deeper knowing of God. But sometimes I forget about one factor. That factor is Satan…and I specifically forget that he can have an affect, even in church.

The sermon dealt with Sin (big S) being the root, and sins (little s, plural) being the external evidence of the root, Sin. It led me to wonder what or where the root of this Eating Disorder is. I began to wonder how I could get at the root, rather than just trim the branches that everyone can see.

Home. Lunch. Difficult. Cranky. Tears spilling over, even just in a text conversation.

I talked to my mom and dad. I told them that I was trying to figure out the root sin of my eating disorder – was it vanity? Perfectionism? I didn’t know. And I felt so anxious, nervous, afraid etc.

And like parents always do, they had a weapon to use against this enemy, Satan. They reminded me that eating disorders are medical conditions, not based in sin. And if there IS sin at the root of it, guess what? It’s forgiven.

“as far as the east is from the west, so far he removes our transgressions from us.”

Psalm 103:12

I talked to Ron next. And you know what he did? He prayed for me. Of course, he talked to me – encouraged me and such, but he did battle by praying.

I keep coming back to John 10:10

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I Came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”

Burgers are meant for enjoyment, not to blind the eater with guilt. Food is meant for nourishment and life, not as a tool of torture anguish. And life. Life was not meant to be lived in fear of food, or fear of anything, really. Life was not meant to be lived void and empty, but full of joy and peace.

Friends, we all have Sin and sins. But while we were sinners, Jesus died for us so that we could be forgiven – and have a full and abundant life.

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Hello Friends! It’s been too long since I’ve written. I suppose you could call it a dry spell – I just didn’t feel inspired to write.

It’s interesting – my fiance (yes, that happened since my last post) just mentioned my “blog silence” the other day. And here I am, writing.

First, let me say that I fully intend to blog all about Ron’s proposal and the lovely day that ensued – but sometimes, God just lays another thing on your heart – and you gotta just write.

Today I needed to go to church, desperately. I needed that refreshment, that time to worship and focus on the Lord. That time to forget about all the stressful things that take up mental time and space, and just breathe.

We have a picture of the before and a vision of the after. But between the before and the after is the “murky middle”. That place where everything seems confusing and weird, out of control. That place where we notice that we’ve started to slide back towards the before – a place we don’t want to revisit. When we get “stalled out” in the murky middle, Satan wants us to feel disconnected, detached, discouraged – ultimately, to forget the goal. To forget the after.

Bam. Stalled out. Murky middle. Discouraged, disconnected, tired. Sounds familiar! I won’t lie – I’m tired. I want to be back home in Montana. But I have a hunch this is part of the process. God hasn’t just forgotten about me!

Here’s the thing. When God begins something in us, when He begins to pull us out of our before, towards that glorious after, He won’t just leave us out there in the murky middle. Oh, it may feel like it sometimes. But Philippians 1:6 clears up any confusion:

“I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work among you will bring it to completion by the day of Jesus Christ.”

No, this doesn’t promise that it will be an easy ride. It doesn’t give us a concise time frame. But it says that this good work will be finished.

And how do we get through the murky middle? It’s the most complicated, simple answer in the world: Faith.

Faith.

I find myself in the murky middle right now. Student teaching – a mere 6 weeks remain until graduation. The after is getting closer, but there’s still mud to wade through.
Anorexia – stress makes this one harder to manage. But eating disorders are not outside of God’s promise to see His good work through to completion.

Faith. Faith in God’s plan, His timing, His love. Faith in His guidance and strong arms.

I leave you with a quote from Pastor Jonathan:

“God won’t give up on you, so don’t give up on God.”

So simple. But so, so important.

Take care, friends! 🙂

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One of the big projects I must complete as part of my Education Degree is called the TPA – the Teacher Performance Assessment. It’s something that the State is implementing in order for teachers obtain certification…although because it’s still a “pilot” program, it won’t be required for my certification just yet. But anyways, it’s a big enough deal that we actually must attend a weekly workshop dedicated to teaching us what is necessary to be in this big paper. There are lesson plans, accommodations, rationale, and TONS of self assessment and reflection.

One of the big things they stress to us is the concept of alignment. Our “Long Term Learning Goals” must align with our “Learning Target” for the lesson, which must align with our “Teacher Tasks” which must align with our “Lesson Closure” and on and on. The rationale behind this is that aligning these elements will ensure that each lesson will build upon the previous one, reaching towards the Ultimate Goal. Beginning with the foundation, each lesson will build up from there. While each lesson is different, there is always a reference back to the foundation, then to the first floor, then the second, and so on. Each element is necessary in order for the unit to stand.

Back in June, I wrote about my desire to someday work with Eating Disorder patients, and how a job possibility was now on my radar. This job would entail tutoring at an in-patient eating disorder clinic, and finding ways to incorporate music therapy. Basically, my dream job. I don’t have an update on the specific job, however, I do have an interesting observation on my “calling” to work in the field of Eating Disorders.

Of course, a lot of people in my life are aware of my history with ED. They also know that I care about people who may be dealing with similar things. And now, some of them view me as a resource.

In the course of 1 week (ONE WEEK), two people have come to me looking for some type of guidance in helping someone in their life realize they need help regarding an eating disorder. Either of these folks could have gone to other people, or even Google for the answers they sought, but they chose me. It’s humbling, to say the least.

And then to top it all off…last night I had a dream that a friend pointed out a person who needed help in realizing that they had an Eating Disorder. In my dream, I remember speaking to that person about getting help, and feeling very passionate and concerned, even though it was just a dream.

So what does all of this have to do with alignment? Go back to the lesson plan. I wrote that the Long Term Learning Goals must align with the Learning Target for the day – that each Learning Target is the foundation, then the first floor, and so on. Perhaps for me, the Long Term Learning Goal is to work with Eating Disorder Patients, and the Learning Target for today is to be a resource to my friends who want to reach out to others too. This is a foundational piece. An exciting piece.

And I believe that’s it is all a part of God’s plan.

God is faithful. He begins something in all of us – and will be faithful to complete it. What is your “Long Term Learning Goal”? How is your “Learning Target” building on the foundation upon which God is building in you? I’d love to hear about it!
Blessings,

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Hello friends!
Things are hoppin’ here at school – and I expect posts to be quite sporadic for the next couple of months. But when inspiration strikes…there’s no ignoring it! It’s funny where that inspiration comes from sometimes, though.

I adore metaphors. I really believe that I actually comprehend a concept much better when I can translate it into a metaphor – and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Just like inspiration, sometimes it’s pretty interesting what causes a metaphor to construct itself in my mind.

So today. Boyfriend and are I texting, and I ask him if he’s been to the store yet to get some meds for his icky cold. I’ve given him a couple of ideas of things he could pick up to hopefully ease the symptoms and get him back to feeling better soon. But the thing is, he’s been working overtime for the last couple of weeks, and when he gets off work, he just wants to go home. I don’t blame him one bit!

But part of me gets frustrated. I’ve told him what I think will help him feel better, and all he has to do is go to the store. He knows these things would probably help him, but he’s just exhausted…the couch is is friend right now. I would go get medicine for him, except for that whole distance thing…Seattle and Northwest Montana aren’t exactly close.

I mulled this around in my mind for a bit, feeling almost helpless, wondering if I should ask my mom to intervene (*Super mom*!) or what.

And please note: This is not a “boyfriend rant”. It’s part of the metaphor – just keep reading!

And then the metaphor (thus inspiration) struck.

At the times when I’ve struggled the most with this Eating Disorder (ED), boyfriend (and family, friends, and so forth) has been far away, watching and listening to my battles, giving me ideas, tips, advice, guidance etc. When someone deals with ED, it’s like working overtime, and they just get tired…and don’t always want to do things to help them become healthier, even though they know it’s for the best. They just get tired. Trust me, I know this.

With all of this in mind, I think I finally understand what my loved ones back home have felt for the past couple years that I’ve been dealing with ED. Just like my supports back home, I felt somewhat helpless and frustrated that I could only offer words and prayers, no “tangible” actions.

And to take this one step further…

God gave us the perfect medicine for all of the struggles we face in life. No, accepting Him doesn’t remove our struggles, but it does allow us to spend eternity with him – and having a relationship with him is probably the greatest comfort through anything we face.

But here’s the thing. He watches us, knowing exactly what we need, giving us all the tools to get it, but we have to actually do something about it – accept what He has to give. We work hard, we get stressed, we get tired, and sometimes, we know that we just need to go and get – or accept – the remedy He freely offers. We just have to do it. That’s it.

And after we accept Him, He continues to be our remedy if we only let Him. How awesome is that?!

You know that stress I talked about in mylast post? I need to accept God’s continuous remedy daily. The stress probably won’t vanish, and I’ll still have to work, but that work won’t be under my own strength (Philippians 4:13) It’s like honey to the sore throat 🙂
God is the remedy – the healer – if we’d just let him.

If you have any questions about what I’ve written here, just drop me a note 🙂
Have a blessed week!

Student teaching will not be a walk in the park. I’ll just get that out there right now. Between the two big papers required by the School of Ed here at Northwest, the classes I have to take for the next 5 weeks and prepping for teaching, there is a LOT of work to do. And it’s not just busy work…it requires actual thought, intentionality, focus. Oh, and time. Lots of time is required of me.

After just 4 days of class at Northwest and 3 days of classroom set up and meetings at my “cooperating school” (with no students), I was ready to throw the towel in. We had been inundated with emails telling us that this was due here and that was due then. I was overwhelmed. Over.Whelmed.

I felt about like this girl:

Walking home from class that afternoon, all I could hear was “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. There is NO way I could do this. What on earth ever made me think I could do this?”

My next thought: “But God is with me and will give me the strength that I certainly don’t have. And everyone else thinks I can do it – and they’re praying for me.”

Then negativity rushed in, saying “Obviously, you’re faking it. They only THINK you can do it. You’ve got them all fooled. Sheesh.”

I felt like I’d fallen on my face and then got kicked.

And then it dawned on me. This voice of doubt, defeat and despair came straight from the Enemy. So I prayed. And thought.

I wanted to quit. The temptation was so sweet – going home? Being done with this crazy workload? What could be better? But when I thought about going home – really thought about leaving all the work I’d done here behind, I couldn’t stomach it. Four years…wasted. A large sum of money…wasted. There was no peace like a river in my soul.

Then, I thought about what I had to loose (besides time and money) by not completing my degree. Sure, pride is involved, but you know what got me at the heart? Thejob I hope to get eventually. If I don’t get this degree, I don’t have a chance at getting a job tutoring eating disorder patients while they’re in treatment. I’m not saying that God is limited in the beauty He can create from my dust, but still…without the degree, I wouldn’t be able to get the job.

So I rolled up my sleeves. Talked to God. Called my mom. Called my boyfriend. And took a deep breath. And until December 7th when I walk to the front of the chapel as my name is called to recognize my accomplishments at Northwest, I’ll continue rolling up my sleeves, talking to God, calling my mom, calling my boyfriend and taking deep breaths.

That will be my armor to keep Satan from kicking me when I’m down.

Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.